Oh, holiday season, how I love you and hate you at the same time. I love the cold weather. I love decorating for Christmas. I love Christmas music. I love how there is just a feeling of happiness in people. It feels like people walk around with a smile more often. It’s magical. After all, it is the most wonderful time of the year!
There are also holiday parties, delicious sweets, and lots of gatherings with friends and family, which can mean extra pounds. And extra pounds are not fun.
It’s so easy to fall out of an exercise routine when the holidays are here. I was so disciplined prior to November, but once Thanksgiving came and went, I focused on Christmas. I had errands to run all of the time. Wrapping paper to pick out. Gift boxes to find. Trying to find the perfect Christmas presents. The list goes on and on. You know how it goes.
In all my busyness, I did not make time to exercise as religiously as I usually do. I did some yoga here and there and would go for a run occasionally, but everything was very, very random. It’s funny because it’s not like I was doing really important stuff, so not sure why I didn’t make time to fit in more planned exercise. After all, it would make eating a cookie that much easier knowing that I burned some calories off earlier in the day.
Speaking of planned exercise, I had to defer my bib for the Houston half-marathon on January 19th. That was a tough thing to do, but I just wasn’t ready for it. I ran the half-marathon last year and was prepared for it, but this year, not so much. I hurt my leg at the beginning of October and then I just slacked off once it healed. Having to email the marathon to let them know that I wouldn’t be able to run was tough. I felt like I let myself down, and I did. There’s always next year though!
Back to the holiday weight gain…
Besides there being so much food, especially sweets everywhere, what about all of the alcohol (especially champagne)… Whether it was a Christmas party, happy hour, or just wrapping presents (there’s no shame in admitting that), drinks were everywhere and I happily obliged each and every time. I mean, who am I to say no to a glass of bubbly?
But while the holidays came and went, the extra five pounds I gained have not gone away. I know it’s just five pounds, but five pounds make a huge difference. It makes my pants just a tad snug… like not so comfortable anymore. It makes shirts a little more fitted as well. I don’t like it one bit. I will admit that a lot is probably in my head because I know I’m up five pounds, but still. It’s no fun.
It’s time to get back on track with running, yoga, and pilates. It’s time to just have wine on the weekends, instead of during the week as well. It’s time to eat healthy 80% of the time and leave a little room for indulgences.
You know, it’s a hell of a lot more fun to have drinks and cookies than it is to try to lose the added weight, but you have to draw the line somewhere. After all, it’s easier to lose five pounds than it is to lose twenty pounds, right? Right.